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[moonstruckme]

hello! im not sure if you've done this before and if you have, i hope its ok to ask for more hehe but can i request rockstar poly marauders w a shy!reader and gets easily flustered when they show affection? thank u sm i really love all your poly marauders drabbles!!

Thank you for requesting angel <33

rockstar!marauders x shy!reader ♡ 1k words

The sound tech at this venue is nice. You liked her first for her pink hair and then for the easy way she motioned you over to help do the boys’ sound checks. You don’t think she needed the help; she only saw you standing off by herself and did a kind thing to make you feel less awkward. 

Now the boys are off in their dressing room, and you’re trailing contentedly behind her while she shows you how she sets up for shows. 

The bustle and ruckus of crews setting up before shows isn’t new to you. You’ve been with the boys since the beginning of their tour, but usually you stay out of the way, blending into walls or taking refuge in your boyfriends’ dressing room while they’re busy. You’ve never really gotten to know the actions the bustle and ruckus constitute. 

“Usually I help with lighting once I’m done with my own stuff,” the sound tech tells you. “It’s all programmed ahead of time, so really I’m just on standby in case something happens. Do the boys have a favorite color if I have to pick something?” 

You gnaw your lip, contemplative. “Sirius would probably like yellow, if you get the chance.” 

Her eyebrows shoot up. You know it’s not in the usual color palette of the boys’ shows. “Really?” 

“No.” You suck in a breath as a pair of arms wraps around your middle, releasing it when you realize it’s Sirius. “Not really. Minx, you know I hate yellow.” He smushes his face into your cheek. “Joke’s on you though, I look good in every color.” 

“Yellow certainly least,” James teases. He steps into your field of vision wearing his concert outfit. Jeans and a tight t-shirt just short enough to tease a sliver of abdomen. Of all the fans who will get to see him looking so handsome tonight, you’re glad you’re one of them. 

“Anyway,” he says, grinning, “we have a very important question for you both. No pressure.” 

“Well, some pressure,” Sirius says. 

You look at your sound tech friend. Like most crew, she’s largely unaffected by the rockstars currently sharing in casual repartee in front of her. Her eyes don’t appear to dip to James’ stomach or trace the myriad of tattoos you know are showing through Sirius’ sheer top. If anything, she looks only faintly amused by the way the band’s lead singer is mushing tiny, soft kisses into the skin by your ear. Your cheeks warm. 

“What’s the question?” you ask, dreading the reply. 

Sirius turns you in his arms, taking you by the shoulders and levelling you with a very serious look. “What is the hottest instrument for someone to play?” 

Your sound tech friend barks a laugh. “Bass,” she says. “No question.” 

James’ eyebrows fly up, his expression one of utter disbelief, but Sirius only says swiftly, “Wrong. You know what it is, don’t you, gorgeous?” 

Your shoulders gravitate upwards at the moniker. “You can’t ask me to pick between you.” 

“Don’t think of it as picking between us,” he says. “Just, which is the hottest? Objectively.” 

“I can’t be objective,” you plead. 

“Does anyone know what time it is? I can’t seem to find a clock in this whole place.” You turn your head as Remus emerges from their dressing room, blowing smoke from the corner of his mouth. “Oh.” He blinks when he sees you, waving to dispel the smog. “Sorry, dovey. Where’ve you been?” 

“I’ve been here,” you say, voice softening. Sirius makes a quiet sound and hugs you again. 

“You’re cute,” he murmurs, low enough that only you can hear. Your face flames. 

“It’s quarter ‘til,” the sound tech offers helpfully. 

Remus turns to her with a smile he’ll never understand the power of. “Thank you.” 

“We’re conducting a poll on which instrument is the hottest,” James informs him. He jerks his thumb toward the sound tech. “She says bass.” 

Remus’ grin turns smug. “Quite right. What’s your pick, dove?” 

You’re mute and melting, hot enough by now that you wish you could evaporate into steam and float away through the vents. 

“She won’t say,” Sirius sighs dramatically, breath warm against your cheek. 

“Oh.” Remus seems to wisen to your plight. “It’s not really playing fair, is it? She can hardly be objective.” 

“Right,” you agree quickly. 

“But angel,” says James, bewildered, “guitar is classic.” 

“I’ll tell you what’s not fair,” Sirius argues. “For anyone to say anything other than the front man! We’re chosen for our hotness!” 

“Well, that’s not strictly true, is it?” 

“Yeah?” Sirius has that shit-eating grin, like he’s winding James up in anticipation of hauling him into a broom closet. You’re only glad it’s not directed at you. “You got something to say, Potter?”

“Sorry,” Remus apologizes to your sound tech friend on their behalf, touching a hand to Sirius’ back to guide you both towards the dressing room. James follows. 

“You’re good,” she laughs. “Nice to meet you, y/n.” 

“You too,” you say, cringing at the unintentional softness of your own voice. 

“Who was that?” Sirius asks as James closes the door to their dressing room behind you. “Have you made a new friend?” 

You groan, flopping down onto the posh-looking, uncomfortable couch and covering your face with your hands. “I was trying to.” 

“It looked like it was going well,” James says. “Maybe you can hang out with her again while we’re onstage.” 

“I can’t now,” you mumble between your palms. 

“Why not?” 

“Because,” says Remus, as he sits beside your head and begins smoothing your baby hairs with his fingers, “we’ve embarrassed her.” You let your hands slip down enough to see him, and he smiles at you. “I don’t think she’ll hold it against you, dovey. She seemed nice.” 

“You would think so.” Sirius plucks the cigarette from between Remus’ fingers, taking a drag before it can burn out. “She picked your instrument.” 

Remus shrugs, smug again. “That helps.” 

Sirius squints at him spitefully. He sits next to your knees where they’re flung over the arm of the couch. “Don’t let us spoil your new friend for you,” he says, sincerely. “She loves you already, I can tell. You’re perfect.” 

“You’re biased,” you counter, face heating again. 

Sirius grins like he can tell and reaches down to tug you upwards. He grasps you with a roughness for which he has no follow through, kissing you sweetly with his fingers bunched in your jacket.

“Wrong,” he says, lips moving against yours. “I know how to be objective.”

[heartilywrites]

je t'aime, je t'attends ; c. hyunju

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summary: where you found your girlfriend participating in a series of deadly games.

cw: angst ; a bit suggestive ; a shit ton of narration and little dialogs, cho hyunju x fem!reader ; reader is a triangle guard 🗣 ; no use of y/n

wc: 2.3k

a/n: i love joining new fandoms, HI GUYS i've been simping for hyunju ever since i saw her and i needed to write for her or i'd die. hope y'all like it <33 feel free to request if you want, i'm a bit behind my rqs now bc of work but i'll do my best to write more for hyunju !!

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ Player 450

The robotic voice order, with your scope you looked for the poor soul, shooting without a second thought. When looking at the rest of the players, a familiar face was recognized by your orbs.

You knew that profile like the palm of your hand, you’ve spent way too many hours looking at it that it was burnt into your memory like your life depended on it. You had to be dreaming, licking your lips after a shaky sigh made the only sound in the small room you focused again on the woman. The number 120 was distinguishable on the back of her sweater as you made sure to memorize it, she was covering people behind her and a small sour smile painted on your lips, Hyunju didn’t change.

Your mind couldn’t concentrate anymore, what was she doing there? You’ve asked her time to get the money she needed, did you take too long? Did the salesman find her after you left? You were sure that was the case, if you knew she had been invited you’d done everything in your power to stop her from participating. A last gunshot was heard, you were quick to look over your scope; your heart stopped for a moment when you saw blood staining Hyunju’s face, but when your eyes concentrated on her and the kill was confirmed to be another player, you allowed yourself to relax a little bit.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ Soldiers who have completed your mission, please line up outside the sniper rooms.

As if your own hearts were able to feel the presence of the other blindly, while you were putting away the gun given to you, your body began to tremble just like Hyunju was down at the play arena. Both scared for the woman’s life now, you didn’t know what to do moving forward.

You thought back to when the Masked Officer had recruited you offering a generous sum of money that could solve all your problems if you did a couple of tasks and your first thought was your girlfriend, on the future that could be forged for the two of you after receiving the money, you had imagined the two of you living a quiet life in Thailand as per request from Hyunju, you didn’t care what the job could be about or if it meant blotch your hands in blood. You’ve done it before, you were a very well trained defense guard who was struggling to find a stable job, most people didn’t care about your time in the korean military force or if you were one of the best snipers from your battalion they all ‘needed a man for the job’. You couldn’t rely on Hyunju either as she had been facing unemployment too for quite some time now, you had reassured her that you’d take care of the bills however you could.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I’ll go back to being a guard for clubs if I have to,” you said to the woman while preparing dinner, a small sigh was heard from her that made you turn. You walked over to where she was sitting and took her face in your warm hands thanks to the fire of the stove. “It’s okay, Hyune, I got this. We’ll make it out of here, trust me.”

One of her hands looked to rest on your wrist, a sad grimace painted on her face. “You shouldn’t have to do this alone. I should be able to help you, to help myself… I want to contribute too.”

‍Your lips left a small kiss on her forehead. “We’ll be fine, my love, I promise.”

The mere memory made your heart ache with anguish, you had to get her out of there, you had to make sure she wins these games. You had to… You had to let her know you were there, didn't you? Maybe in that way she could feel more protected… Or maybe she would hate you for being there, maybe she’d break up with you, call you a monster, question how could you do that to innocent people?

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hey, twenty-three, can you believe what eleven is doing?” a distorted voice asked behind you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Couldn’t care less,” you said back, your voice sounded completely different too. After leaving the briefcase you were carrying back into place and taking a different gun you walked over the entrance. “I’m not part of the business and I don’t care what happens with it, I told you.”

‘I have more important things to worry about’ you thought to yourself while following one of the square soldiers and accommodating the strap of the gun on your shoulders.

You saw all the players grouped at the back of the big bedroom, you thanked the gods you were wearing a mask as your eyes looked desperately for Hyunju while the soldier was speaking, you didn’t care what was being discussed at all. Even when the so famous player 456 was talking you couldn’t force yourself to pay attention until a specific line that came from his mouth caught your thoughts.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Let us take our vote right now.” your eyes looked at the man with hope, your heart filled with gratitude, at least someone was sane enough.

Without turning your head upwards, you saw the prize being announced and a sigh left your mouth, your full attention was now on the room and each player as well as your superior.

You were asked to be beside the podium, you walked a little too quick for your taste. You positioned yourself while looking forward at each player and counting on your head the x’s, hoping they would win. And then Hyunju was called over, when you noticed your hands shaking you held tighter to your gun, you noticed she doubted for a second and then voted the circle. Your eyes shut and a shaky breath came out your mouth, you had to stay composed, you couldn’t break down there.

And when the circles won the poll, the players were told they needed to rest and feast for tomorrow’s games. The group walked out leaving a couple of triangles and the circle soldiers who were handing the food. After being instructed to leave for the night, you walked over to your small room and allowed yourself to break down once the door closed behind you. Leaning against the door you let your tears roll down on your face, how could life be so cruel to you? You just wanted to make your girlfriend happy and now she was condemned to die on an island away from home, you wouldn’t be able to even take her home with you.

No, you couldn’t think like that, you wouldn’t release that energy into the universe, you had to take care of her now. It didn’t matter if it cost you your own life, you would ensure Hyunju won the games. You would be like a hawk, watching over her as much as you could. The officer was more than pleased to see you ask for more responsibility, you tried to be where the players were at all times. Behind the triangle mask you were constantly watching Hyunju, following her discreetly on the six-legs game arena and cursing people who looked at her bad under your breath. You found yourself almost celebrating your girlfriend’s win with her group, thankfully you stopped before. After seeing Hyunju win, hope began to occupy your heart fully, convincing yourself there was a chance she could win this games, that she would be free.

At night you stayed to cover for a little, after all, you weren’t that sleepy now. Leaning your back on the wall you saw your colleague deny a permission to go to the bathroom and at first you weren’t against it, you knew the rules too, but when the older woman began to ramble about her bladder issues, you stood up again.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I got this, I’ll take them.” you said to your company before they opened the door, a small thank you was said from the other guard.

When the door was opened and you saw the woman smile a giggle almost escaped your mouth, but any trace of a smile faded when Hyunju let herself show asking to go too. Your breath got stuck on your lungs as you watched closer now, forcing yourself to guide them to the bathroom, that was your time, you had to talk to her now.

You stayed outside for a few minutes to allow them to do their business and after a couple of minutes you turned to look everywhere hoping not to see anyone approaching, you knew the bathrooms didn’t have cameras so you took advantage of it to walk in.

Hyunju was watching her own reflection, it made your heart pound hard against your chest, she was as beautiful as ever. Brown eyes turned to look at you with a confused frown on her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Do we need to-” she began to speak, being interrupted by your distorted voice.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “At ease, sergeant.” you said making her freeze on the spot, blinking a couple of times, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

You two had met back when she was in the military forces, before she came out as the Hyunju you’ve been loving for some time now. At first you were just really good friends, but as time passed you couldn’t help falling in love with each other. You were there for her at every step, inviting her to live with you when everything was just going from bad to worse for her, losing her job, gaining debts one after the other, having everyone turn on her… But you, oh you were her rock, her place to rest from the crude world and now there you were, in a pink suit with that horrible symbol on your face that has been taunting her dreams for the last couple of nights.

Your name fell from her lips on a small whisper that could almost go unnoticed if you weren’t paying your full attention to her, you released your gun and took the mask from your face, tears wetting your cheeks and she held the bathroom sink tighter under her hands.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hyunju…” you whispered back, breathing in deep to calm yourself.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What are you doing here?” the two of you asked at the same time, she shook her head. “You shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t be in that suit… What are you doing?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Trying to get the money to flee this shitty place.” you answered, taking a step towards her that she took back. “Hyunju, please.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Why would you accept to do this?” she asked now, you bit your lower lip for a moment.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Because I want you to be happy, I want us to start from zero, to have the life we deserve.” you started to answer, walking slowly her way to not scare her away. “We deserve to be happy, don’t you think, my love?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You shouldn’t have come here, you shouldn’t have accepted it, we shouldn’t be here.” she began to speak a little faster and when you let your hands rest on her face she looked directly into your eyes.

Warm hands thanks to the gloves you were required to use made her feel at ease, made her feel like home. Troubled eyes were looking at each other, but you can sense the love and strong connection in them. Even in such a dangerous place with death itself roaming in every room, the love Hyunju and you shared had such power that could make any other emotion drown.

A silent discussion was held and not even a second later, your lips met each other with such hunger like you’ve been starving for so long, like you were far from the other for years. Without distancing from Hyunju you pushed the gun to your back so you could get as close as humanly possible with her, your right hand pulled her closer by the neck making Hyunju whimper for a small second, you smiled over her lips.

Aching hands looked to sneak under her shirt while her own hands clumsily tried to undo your suit, it was the sound of a flushing toilet that made the both of you jump and stopped grudgingly. Hungry eyes just looked at her as she was composing herself, Hyunju left a small sigh sound before looking again your way.

 ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We have to get out of here,” she whispered, now Hyunju was the one holding your face in her own hands, you closed your eyes for a moment. “The two of us, safe and sound.”

 ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You need to win the games.” you said back, opening your eyes again. “Do you remember our signal?”

Hyunju thought for a moment before taking away one of her hands to show you the sign you two had come up with back in your military days, you giggled and nodded.

 ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I’ll be in every game watching over you, okay? When you see a guard doing it, know it’s me.” you whispered, she nodded too and stole another kiss from you. “We need to go back before the other guard comes to check, tell them, I’ll wait outside.”

The woman nodded again and as you were rearranging your suit, Hyunju pulled you in for a last kiss making you giggle like a teenager, almost giving in, but lastly stepping away and pulling your mask back on. You didn’t know how you’d make her win, but you had to go back home with her alive, you’ll figure it out in the way, but for now the only thing you could do was protect her.

[kiesbrainjuice]

Hi!! Could I ask for something with Post-Timeskip atsumu miya with a reader who also plays professional volleyball. And like a setter x hitter dynamic.

Thank you! <33

-GIRLFRIEND IN TRAINING ! timeskip!atsumu x reader

➥ pr : timeskip!atsumu x fem!reader

➥ syn : what about Atsumu and a spiker reader ? Setter x hitter dynamic :)

➥ wc : 4.5k

➥ tw : kisses, cuddles and pure fluff. Atsumu is a prover and slightly but soooo slightly a perv…

➥ a/n : thanks for this request!! so good idea ! hope u like it :) (and sorry for the delay) I drifted a bit and it turned out to be long lmaaoooo but I like it.

The afternoon sun streamed through the high windows of the training facility, casting long shadows across the polished court floor. You wiped a bead of sweat from your forehead, adjusting your practice outfit - the white Lululemon set Atsumu had given you for your anniversary last month. Three years together, and somehow every day felt as exciting as the first.

"One more!" you called out, bouncing the volleyball against the floor. Your legs were starting to feel the burn after an hour of practice, but you couldn't help wanting just one more perfect set from your boyfriend.

Atsumu caught the ball with practiced ease, a playful smirk crossing his features. "Tired already? And here I thought dating a national team spiker would give me more of a challenge." He flexed dramatically, making you roll your eyes even as you fought back a smile.

"Just set the ball, you dork," you laughed, getting into position for your approach. After countless hours of practice together - both with your respective teams and during these private sessions - you could read each other's movements like a well-worn book.

The ball left his fingers in a perfect arc, and you could already tell it would be exactly where you wanted it. That was Atsumu's gift - not just his technical skill, but his ability to bring out the absolute best in his spikers. Your feet left the ground as you reached the apex of your jump, arm cocked back.

The satisfying smack of your palm meeting the ball echoed through the gym, followed by the sharp crack of it hitting the court just inside the line. Perfect placement.

"Show off," Atsumu teased, though his eyes were bright with pride. "Though I guess I can't complain when my girlfriend's the best spiker in the women's division."

You wiped your face with a towel, trying to hide your blush. "The set was a little low," you commented with faux criticism, knowing it would rile him up.

As expected, Atsumu's jaw dropped in exaggerated offense. "Low? That was a perfect set and you know it!" He crossed the court in a few quick strides, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind despite your halfhearted struggles to escape.

"Maybe if you weren't so busy flexing and actually focused on setting..." you continued teasing, turning in his embrace to face him.

"Oh? So you weren't sneaking glances at these guns?" He flexed again, making you laugh and push at his chest.

"You're impossible," you declared, though you couldn't keep the fondness from your voice. This was your favorite part of dating Atsumu - the way you could seamlessly blend your shared passion for volleyball with moments of pure playfulness.

The late afternoon light painted everything in warm golden tones, reminding you of how many hours had passed. "We should probably wrap up," you suggested reluctantly. "Don't you have team practice early tomorrow?"

Atsumu groaned, burying his face in your neck. "Don't remind me. Coach Foster's been brutal with conditioning lately. Says we need to be in top form for the upcoming tournament."

You ran your fingers through his damp hair sympathetically. "Poor baby. Though I seem to remember someone bragging about being the best setter in the V.League just yesterday..."

"I am the best setter in the V.League," he declared without a hint of modesty, making you snort. "And you love it."

You couldn't argue with that. For all his showboating and occasional arrogance, Atsumu backed it up with genuine skill and an unmatched work ethic. It was one of the things that had first drawn you to him - the way he poured his whole heart into everything he did, whether it was perfecting a new set or loving you.

"Come on," you said, extracting yourself from his embrace. "Help me clean up and then we can grab dinner? I'm thinking ramen."

"Only if you admit that set was perfect," he bargained, already moving to help collect the scattered volleyballs.

You pretended to think about it as you began breaking down the net. "Hmm... it was adequate."

"Adequate?!" His indignant squawk echoed through the gym, making you laugh. Some things never changed - and you wouldn't have it any other way.

As you worked together to restore the gym to order, you couldn't help but marvel at how naturally you'd fallen into this rhythm together. From national team commitments to stolen moments of practice like this, you'd built something special - a partnership that worked both on and off the court.

"Fine," you conceded as you zipped up your gym bag, unable to resist his puppy dog eyes any longer. "It was a perfect set. Happy now?"

His answering smile was brighter than the setting sun. "Almost," he said, pulling you in for a quick kiss. "Now I'm happy."

You shook your head fondly as you headed for the door together, his arm draped comfortably around your shoulders. Another perfect evening in a long string of them, filled with the two things you loved most - volleyball and Atsumu.

As you walked to your favorite ramen shop, you couldn't help but think how lucky you were to have found someone who understood both your competitive drive and your playful side. Someone who could challenge you to be better while loving you exactly as you were.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Atsumu asked, noticing your thoughtful expression.

You smiled, leaning into his side. "Just how much I love you, you big volleyball nerd."

"Look who's calling who a volleyball nerd," he laughed, pressing a kiss to your temple. "But I love you too."

The small ramen shop was bustling with evening customers, but the owner's face lit up with recognition as you and Atsumu ducked under the noren curtains. Being regulars had its perks - your favorite corner booth was mysteriously always available, tucked away from prying eyes that might recognize either of you from sports magazines or national team coverage.

"Ah, my favorite volleyball couple!" the elderly owner called out warmly. "The usual?"

"Actually," Atsumu interrupted before you could answer, "can we get the special tonight? Y'know, the one with the extra chashu?" He turned to you with that soft smile he seemed to reserve just for you. "You mentioned being hungry after practice."

You felt your heart flutter. After three years, he still noticed every little detail about you. "Always taking care of me, aren't you?"

"Someone has to make sure Japan's best spiker stays well-fed," he replied with a wink, pulling out your chair before settling across from you. His foot immediately found yours under the table, initiating your usual game of footsie.

"I thought Bokuto was Japan's best spiker?" you teased, knowing exactly how to push his buttons. As expected, Atsumu's face scrunched up in mock offense.

"Yer really gonna bring up another man on our date?" He clutched his chest dramatically. "After I set you all those perfect balls today?"

"Oh? They were perfect now? Because I distinctly remember someone getting very defensive when I suggested one was a little low..." You couldn't help but laugh at his increasingly exaggerated expressions of betrayal.

"Mean," he pouted, though his eyes sparkled with amusement. "Here I am, being the most attentive boyfriend in all of Japan-"

"All of Japan, huh?"

"The world!" he declared, making nearby diners glance over at his enthusiasm. He lowered his voice, leaning across the table conspiratorially. "Name one other setter who'd stay late just to practice with their girlfriend."

"Kageyama?" you suggested innocently.

Atsumu nearly choked on his water. "That's it, I'm breaking up with you," he announced, though his attempt at a serious expression was ruined by the way he couldn't stop staring at you adoringly. "As soon as we finish this ramen. And dessert. And maybe after I walk you home. And kiss you goodnight..."

"So tomorrow then?"

"Tomorrow's no good, we have that couple's practice session planned," he mused thoughtfully. "Maybe next week?"

Your laughter was interrupted by the arrival of your ramen, the steam rising enticingly from the rich broth. Atsumu immediately began arranging your bowl, making sure all your favorite toppings were easily accessible - just one of the countless little ways he showed his love.

"Here," he said, picking up a particularly perfect slice of chashu with his chopsticks and holding it out to you. "Say 'ahh'."

You rolled your eyes but complied, letting him feed you. "You're ridiculous."

"Ridiculously in love with you," he countered without missing a beat, preening when your cheeks flushed pink.

"That was terrible," you groaned, but you were already picking up a perfectly boiled egg to offer him in return. His triumphant grin as he accepted it made your heart skip.

The conversation flowed easily as you ate, discussing everything from upcoming matches to the latest team gossip. Atsumu's hand found yours across the table between bites, his thumb absently tracing patterns on your skin.

"Oh! Did I tell ya about what Bokuto did at practice yesterday?" His eyes lit up with mischief as he launched into an animated story about his teammate's latest antics, complete with impressions that had you clutching your sides with laughter.

"Stop, stop," you gasped, wiping tears from your eyes. "I'm going to get broth up my nose!"

"But you love my Bokkun impression," he preened, before his expression softened into something more serious. "I love making you laugh like that."

The sudden sincerity in his voice made your heart stutter. That was another thing about Atsumu - for all his playful bravado, he had moments of such genuine sweetness that it took your breath away.

"I love you," you said simply, because sometimes the straightforward truth was best.

His whole face lit up, like it did every time you said those words. "Yeah?" He brought your joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Good thing, 'cause I'm pretty crazy about you too."

The owner appeared then with two small cups of green tea ice cream - on the house, he insisted, though you strongly suspected Atsumu had arranged it beforehand. Your boyfriend's pleased expression when you discovered the heart drawn in matcha powder on top confirmed your suspicions.

"You're such a sap," you told him fondly.

"Only for you," he agreed shamelessly, offering you the first bite of his ice cream. "Besides, I gotta make sure I stay your favorite setter. Can't have you running off with Kageyama after all."

You kicked him lightly under the table. "As if anyone could compare to my perfectly adequate setter."

"Oi!" His indignant response was cut short by your leaning across the table to kiss him, tasting sweet green tea on his lips.

When you pulled back, his expression was dazed and happy. "Okay, maybe I can forgive the 'adequate' comment. This time."

The evening wrapped up too quickly, as it always did when you were together. Atsumu insisted on paying - "My treat for my favorite spiker" - and tucked you under his arm as you stepped out into the cool night air.

"Practice again tomorrow?" he asked hopefully, as if you didn't already have it planned.

"Wouldn't miss it," you assured him, rising on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "Someone has to keep your setting skills sharp."

His answering laugh was warm and full of affection. "Lucky me."

As you walked home hand in hand, you couldn't help but think that you were the lucky one. For all his dramatics and playful arrogance, Atsumu loved with his whole heart - whether it was volleyball or you.

—

The luxurious bathroom in your shared apartment steamed up as the shower ran hot, fog creeping across the large mirror. You'd both grown accustomed to the little dance of sharing the spacious bathroom during your nighttime routine, moving around each other with practiced ease.

"Babe, can you pass me my face wash?" you called out, holding your hand out of the shower. Atsumu's warm chuckle preceded the bottle being placed in your palm.

"The fancy one with the little gold flecks?" he confirmed, and you could hear the smile in his voice. "The one you insisted was worth half my week's grocery budget?"

"Says the man who spends a fortune on volleyball shoes," you shot back, working the cleanser into a lather. The familiar scent of jasmine filled the steamy air.

"Hey, those are professional expenses!" He was at the sink now, carefully applying shaving cream to the light stubble that had appeared over the past couple days. "Though I guess keeping your skin this soft could count as a professional expense too, considering how many sports magazine shoots you do these days."

You peeked around the shower door to stick your tongue out at him, catching him mid-stroke with his razor. His hair was cutely mussed from running his hands through it, and a bit of shaving cream had somehow ended up on his ear.

"You missed a spot," you informed him helpfully, gesturing to your own ear.

"What? Where?" He turned his head back and forth, examining his reflection in the slightly foggy mirror. "I don't see- hey!" He finally caught your grin in the reflection. "Yer just trying to distract me."

"Is it working?"

"Always," he admitted with a fond shake of his head, carefully finishing up his shaving. "Though I still don't understand how you can support Brazil in tomorrow's match. America's got some amazing servers this season."

You shut off the shower, reaching for your fluffy towel. "Spoken like someone who's never seen Bruno set in person. His technique is absolutely beautiful."

"Oi!" Atsumu spun around, razor forgotten. "Are you saying his sets are better than mine?"

You wrapped the towel around yourself, stepping out to press a kiss to his pouty lips. "Of course not, baby. Your sets are perfectly adequate, remember?"

He groaned, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. "You're never gonna let that go, are you?"

"Nope!" You wiggled away from him, moving to your extensive skincare collection arranged neatly on the marble counter. "Now, speaking of beautiful things..." You pulled out two sheet masks with a flourish.

Atsumu's eyes widened in horror. "Oh no. No, no, no. Last time you put one of those on me, I looked like a swamp monster!"

"But your skin was so glowy afterward," you wheedled, already opening one of the packages. "Come on, it's green tea and cucumber. Very manly ingredients!"

"There is nothing manly about looking like Shrek," he protested, but you could see him wavering. Three years together had taught you exactly how to wear him down - a slight pout, wide eyes, and...

"Please? For me?" You batted your eyelashes exaggeratedly. "I'll let you pick what we watch while we wait for them to work their magic."

He heaved a dramatic sigh, but you could see the smile tugging at his lips. "The things I do for love. Fine, but if Bokuto somehow finds out about this..."

"Your secret beauty routine is safe with me," you promised solemnly, reaching up to smooth the cool mask over his freshly-shaved skin. He scrunched his nose at the sensation but held obligingly still.

"I look ridiculous," he complained, catching sight of himself in the mirror.

"You look adorable," you corrected, carefully applying your own mask before starting on the rest of your routine. Atsumu watched with fascination as you methodically applied various serums and creams.

"How do you remember what order to put all that stuff in?" he wondered, absently reaching for one of the bottles before you swatted his hand away.

"Years of practice. Also, I labeled them with numbers," you admitted, showing him the tiny numbers you'd written on the bottom of each container. His laugh echoed off the bathroom tiles.

"That's my organized girl," he said fondly, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and hooking his chin over your shoulder. "Though I think you're beautiful without all this stuff too."

You met his eyes in the mirror, both of you looking absolutely ridiculous with your green masks, and felt your heart swell with affection. "Smooth talker."

"Only stating facts," he insisted, pressing a masked kiss to your shoulder that made you giggle.

Twenty minutes later, after finishing your routines and disposing of the masks ("See? Glowy!" "If you say so, baby."), you padded into the bedroom. While Atsumu brushed his teeth, you rifled through his side of the closet, pulling out one of his Black Jackals jerseys.

"Stealing my clothes again?" he called out, voice muffled around his toothbrush.

"It's not stealing if I live here," you reasoned, pulling the oversized jersey over your head. The familiar number 13 stretched across your back, and even though you'd been sleeping next to him for years now, something about wearing his jersey still made you feel specially connected to him.

"Besides," you added as he emerged from the bathroom, "you love seeing me in your jersey."

His eyes darkened appreciatively as he took in the sight of you perched on the edge of the king-sized bed, his name and number displayed across your back. "Can't argue with that."

You crawled under the plush covers while he queued up the pre-recorded America vs Brazil match on the bedroom's wall-mounted TV. The familiar sounds of a volleyball game filled the room as he slid in beside you, immediately pulling you close against his chest.

"Ten bucks says America takes the first set," he murmured into your hair.

"You're on," you agreed, snuggling deeper into his embrace. "Brazil's reception has been solid lately."

As you watched the match unfold, you traded commentary and friendly arguments about technique, occasionally interrupted by sleepy kisses and gentle teasing. When Brazil indeed took the first set, you couldn't resist a smug "told you so."

"Yeah, yeah," Atsumu yawned, nuzzling into your neck. "You're just lucky Bruno had a good day."

"Mmm, keep telling yourself that," you mumbled, feeling sleep starting to tug at your consciousness. The warmth of his body and the familiar scent of his skin care products (which he pretended weren't just as expensive as yours) were making your eyelids heavy.

Atsumu reached for the remote, turning off the TV and plunging the room into comfortable darkness. "Love you," he whispered, pressing one last kiss to your temple.

"Love you too," you managed through another yawn, tangling your legs with his. "Even if your sets are only adequate."

His quiet laugh was the last thing you heard as you drifted off to sleep, secure in his muscular arms and knowledge that you'd wake up to another day of perfectly imperfect moments with your favorite setter.

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[caelivir]

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ree your mind is amazing i was giggling the whole time i was writing this. i hope you enjoy this <33

content. karasu x fem!reader, mention of weed and mentions of/implied drinking (karasu and reader are drinking age in this), making out | wc. 1.3k (i tend to get carried away)

it happened by the chance of the heavens placed into a bottle. you should've thanked whoever was up there for ensuring that your best friend was nowhere to be found when this occurred. she would've killed the both of you if she saw.

that night your friend group had joined together with karasu's during a party for a classic, teenage game of spin the bottle. you had tried backing out, terrified of the possibility of it ever landing on karasu, yet your attempts to worm your way out of it were thwarted. when it was finally your turn to spin, you held your breath. your hands were clenched into tight fists as it went around the circle. as it slowed, you felt your heart pound in your ears. it inched closer and closer to karasu, and you were begging the bottle to turn a little bit more to the right in order to pass him.

but it didn't. it stopped and pointed to him as clear as day. your eyes snapped up to him, complete mortification written all over your face. karasu on the other hand was amused, and it didn't help that cheers bloomed from the people surrounding you.

your mind was in such a frenzy that you didn't even remember crawling over to him. he laughed at how tense you were. he saw the panic behind your eyes.

"relax." karasu had whispered to you, and only you, before he pressed his lips to yours, hand sneaking upwards to cup your face.

it was baffling how easily you melted into its softness. as you moved your mouth against his, fireworks exploded in your stomach. for a brief moment, you were thankful that the group had decided that pecks weren't counted as a kiss. they wanted three seconds of action, and that's what you gave them.

the moment you crawled back into your spot on the floor, the rest of the game went by in a blur. you weren't fully present when you kissed other people. you don’t remember who they were. the only thought on your mind was that they didn't feel like him.

ever since that night, you've been fucked, ruined completely.

you swear you're going insane having karasu on your mind 24/7. you imagine what it’d be like to touch him, to graze your finger on the mole under his left eye. what would it be like to sit on his lap? to be held in his arms? to kiss him until you couldn’t breathe?

these thoughts make it impossible for you function when he’s near because it reminds you of your fantasies. you’ve dodged him in his own home. a gut feeling tells you he has something to say. you could feel his eyes on you at dinners, and his burning gaze forces you to stare at your plate.

it’s so pathetic how you badly you want him. you've never wanted anyone more in your life, but you can't do a single thing about it. he's your best friend's brother, and that is a relationship you know you can't have. it's a line you don't want to cross.

but fuck, karasu has been making it so difficult tonight.

you're both attending a party hosted by reo. you didn't want to attend in the first place, but your best friend ignored your protests. now you're stuck with the bass that's booming against your feet. there’s too many people and too many drinks littered around. and because your friend groups are too intertwined, karasu is too close for comfort.

his demeanor’s shifted. he’s messing with your head and he knows it. everytime your eyes meet, he’s throwing you a knowing smirk as he takes a sip of the drink in his red solo cup. you could feel him staring when you were forced to dance. any time he has to brush past you, his hand grazes your waist. he can feel you tense under his touch.

he’s suffocating you, and you need air.

“i’ll be right back.” you say into your best friend’s ear. she nods at you with a smile. you abandon your circle of friends, leaving your drink behind.

you maneuver your way through the countless people inside. you have no clue where you’re going. the flow of the crowd spits you out. you end up outside where the party is still in full swing.

reo’s backyard is packed with plenty of partygoers surrounded by the pool playing beer pong or taking body shots. you ignore them, navigating your way to find somewhere more secluded. the side of the mansion is surprisingly that. the air is fresher, lacking the odor of weed and don julio.

you lean against a wall, exhaling a pent up breath out of your mouth. you press your head against the wall, casting your gaze upward. the sight is disappointing. from what you can observe, there are only a handful dotted on the night sky.

"(y/n)." a voice, one that you know too well, calls out to you. the sound of it makes you jump in your spot.

what the hell is he doing here?

"did you follow me here?" you ask shocked. karasu continues his march towards you. you look around for an escape.

"oh yer not leavin' if that's what yer thinkin'." karasu scoffs as he stands before you, crossing his arms. even in the dark you can tell how buff they are. "try runnin' i dare ya."

"what do you want?" you hope he can't sense the nerve in your voice.

"what do i want?" he echoes, closing the distance between you two. you're already backed up against the wall. you gulp as he practically cages you in, one leg between your legs and one hand placed by your head. "ya know exactly what i want."

"i'm sorry?" you choke.

"yer not dumb i said what i said." karasu raises his free hand to trail down your jaw.

is it possible for your heart to be leaping for joy while simultaneously sinking to the core of the earth? it doesn't matter because that is exactly what it's doing right now.

"y'know, i haven't stopped thinkin' about ya since we kissed. deep down, i know yer aware of that." he continues confessing. karasu's fingers move to toy with your bottom lip.

"karasu-" you start.

"i could give ya everythin' if that's what ya want." karasu pulls his eyes up to meet yours. "but yer makin' it so difficult fer me. ya keep fuckin' dodgin' me."

"your sister-"

"forget about her." he snaps, making your mouth fall shut. "tell me if ya want this. do ya want us?"

you know you shouldn't, not without talking to your best friend first. but that logic blurs when karasu's hand is a damn blaze against your skin, and his lips are begging for your attention. your heart is threatening to rip out of your chest. it knows exactly what it wants like how a compass knows true north, and you can't deny it that.

"you." you choke out. "i want you, karasu. i need you."

you both move at the same time. your hands are bunching up his shirt, and he's pressing himself to your body.

and then your lips collide. god, it's even better than the last time. it's messy, desperate, and hot.

karasu doesn't know where to place his hands. for a moment, they're cupping your face. the next they're on the sides of your throat. he settles on your waist, giving it a gentle squeeze as his tongue swipes at your bottom lip. you let him in, accidentally whining when you do, which causes him to smile.

you release the grip you had on his shirt. you're sure it's wrinkled now. you'll apologize later, but you're sure karasu won't even care. you're hands trailing a path up to his neck. he's just beginning to slide his hands under your top when you're both screamed at by a voice that you know better than your own mother's.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING?!"

oh shit.

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hello hello, hope you’re doing well <3

i would like to request a lil fic of george clarke x reader where the reader is a huge metal artist and george essentially forces the boys to attend her band’s show and they’re front row, just rlly fluffy and george being the hugest simp ever. thank you so much <33!

This request was such a fun challenge to tackle—it really pushed me creatively, and I absolutely loved every minute of writing it. Thank you to everyone who has sent requests in!

The backstage air reeks of hairspray and stale beer, a kind of chemical cocktail that feels like home. I’m cross-legged on a couch that’s seen better days, my guitar on my lap like a second ribcage. The strings dig into my fingertips as I strum a few lazy chords, trying to pretend I’m relaxed. This is supposed to be fun—a surprise gig at a tiny venue, the kind of place I played before everything got big. And yet, the familiar hum of anxiety sits low in my stomach, coiling tighter with every muffled cheer I hear from the crowd outside.

There’s a knock at the door. “Come in!” I call, half expecting my manager with another last-minute update.

But it’s George. He steps in with his usual boyish grin and a large bouquet of red roses, which he’s holding like he’s not sure what to do with them. “Hey, rockstar.”

My heart does that stupid flutter thing, and I have to bite back a smile. “George! What are you doing back here?”

“Had to wish you good luck in person,” he says, handing me the flowers. “Also, you look incredible. Not that you ever don’t.”

I laugh, setting the roses on the table next to an abandoned coffee cup. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“It’s part of my charm,” he says, closing the distance between us. His fingers find a stray strand of my hair, tucking it behind my ear. “You’re going to kill it tonight. I’ll be out there, front row, taking way too many pictures like a proud mum.”

“You’re impossible,” I say, but I’m grinning anyway. George has this way of making me feel seen in a way that’s too much and not enough all at once. “You know you’re going to stick out, right?” I gestured to his pale blue sweater and lightwash jeans.

“Good thing I’m not trying to blend in,” he says, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “Break a leg out there.”

“I just might!,” I call as he heads for the door. He pauses, throwing me a mischievous look over his shoulder.

“Oh, and… you might notice something interesting when you’re on stage. Just keep an eye out.”

Before I can demand an explanation, he’s gone, leaving me alone with my curiosity and the soft scent of roses.

——-

Out in the crowd, George adjusts the band T-shirt he’s just purchased, the fabric still stiff from the merch table. “Come on, lads, it’ll be fun. Just keep an open mind.”

“Mate,” Arthur Hill says, glaring at the mosh pit as though it’s personally offended him. “You’re more excited about this than you’ve ever been about my gigs. Should I take it personally?”

“I’ll come to your next one, I swear,” George says with a laugh. “But admit it—tonight’s going to be a story to tell.”

Chris groans, already rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, I’ll remember it when my ears are bleeding tomorrow.”

“Earplugs, mate,” Isaac says, holding up a pair like he’s just won a survivalist competition. “Be smart.”

Chip is practically vibrating with excitement, his eyes locked on the chaotic throng in front of the stage. “This is going to be sick. ArthurTV, you ready to throw down?”

ArthurTV’s eyes widen. “I… don’t think that’s my thing.”

“It’s everyone’s thing if you try hard enough,” Chip says, grabbing his arm and hauling him toward the madness. George stays back, shaking his head and smiling like someone’s dad at a theme park.

——-

By the second song, the crowd is a single, writhing organism. My guitar roars like an animal, each solo ripping through the air like claws. The fretboard is a battlefield under my fingers, precise and unforgiving. I glance out into the chaos and immediately spot George, bright and obvious, phone held high as he snaps photo after photo. His friends… well, they’re trying. Chip is fully immersed, dragging a flailing and slightly horrified ArthurTV into the pit. Even Chris and Isaac are nodding along by the fourth song, though Chris looks like he’s silently mourning his eardrums.

Backstage staff pass by, chuckling. “Your boyfriend’s mates are… something else,” someone says.

“Tell me about it,” I reply, but I’m smiling so hard it hurts. George’s support is one thing, but seeing his friends—most of whom probably thought metal was a punishment—start to come around? That’s something else entirely.

——-

The final chord fades, the house lights flicker on, and the crowd’s roar feels like it’s rattling my ribcage. Backstage, I’m still coming down from the high when the door bursts open and George strides in, his grin wider than the Thames.

“You were incredible,” he says, pulling me into his arms before I can even catch my breath.

I bury my face in his chest, his heartbeat grounding me. “Thanks. But, uh, your friends look like they’ve been through a war zone.”

“Oi, we survived!” Chip says, flopping onto the couch like he’s just run a marathon. “ArthurTV even moshed.”

“I was dragged,” ArthurTV clarifies, collapsing beside him with a groan.

Arthur Hill smirks. “I’ll admit it, George. She’s got more stage presence than you ever have. No offense.”

George doesn’t miss a beat. “None taken. I told you she’s amazing.”

Chris gives me a reluctant nod. “Alright, that was fun. Don’t expect me to become a regular or anything, but… yeah. Good show.”

George pulls back slightly, brushing a thumb over my cheek. “I think I got some good pictures. Sorry if I blinded you with the flash, though,” he said with a giggle. 

“You’re ridiculous,” I say, laughing, watching him scroll through the more than fifty pictures he took of me on stage. I sneak a glance at his face, alive with excitement and pride. My chest swells with something too big to name. His support has always been loud and unwavering, but seeing him drag his reluctant friends into my world and watch them get swept up in it? It felt next level.

As his arm slips around my shoulders and he leans down to kiss the top of my head, I realize it doesn’t matter where I’m playing or who’s in the crowd. If George is there, it’ll always feel like home.

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heyyyy could you do pippin/merry x a human headcanons. thank you greatly <33

YESS! Iv been waiting for someone to request either of them! Hope you like them!!

Pippin

•will try to carry you all time despite your height difference, you mention you need to go to the other room? He’s already trying to throw you over his shoulder

•loves playing with your hair

•if your hair is longer, he’d take a strand and hold it up to under nose and pretend to have a mustache then, would say “dear I mustache you a question”

•loves making you laugh and will go to the extreme to do so

• ^ once threw himself in the lake because you jokingly told him to jump in it

•Lowkey jealous sometimes, often worries he isn’t enough for you

•confessed he liked you after a night of drinking

•will climb on things to kiss you

•big pda guy

•very cuddly, often prefers to be the little spoon

•calls you pet names

•^ some are normal but some are VERY cheesy

•WILL drag you on table tops to dance with him

Merry

•when he first knew he wanted to be more than friends with you he had no idea what to do

•you suddenly made him very nervous, which resulted in some very funny moments

•^he once awkwardly waked away mid conversation, to then which you ran after him and confronted him, he then confessed

•takes you on the sweetest dates, I’m talking a picnic in your favorite spot with all your favorite foods

•writes you poems, but is very shy about it

•if he wants to kiss you or reach your face he’ll just simply ask you to bend down

•the funniest person you know and he doesn’t even try

•^will be telling you a story and the way he delivers it will have you in tears, he didn’t even mean for it to be funny he’s just a great storyteller

•bakes you things

•will wear your shirts

•often asks you to help him tame his curls

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Like the Ocean

[Katsuki Bakugo x Reader]

a/n} SO sorry about that break!!! Life hit me hard but I'm back and better than ever!!! btw there's a reference to another anime within the chapter.. let me know if you find it

(Also!! Please reblog + like!! It would really mean a lot to me !! <33)

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

- [ Y/n L/n - Quirk: Water, She can manipulate any amount of water through the different states of matter and bend it to her will. She appears to have no limit to how much she can move ]

(Y/n) always wanted to become a hero. She had been training for it ever since she was young. Her quirk sounds simple but can be very dangerous, and when in use it takes constant focus to command it. However, ever since a dangerous incident in her childhood, her quirk hasn't been the same. Despite it all, she remains hopeful that she can grow to be a powerful Pro-Hero. Nothing will stand in her way.

Except, something does.

Someone by the name of Katsuki Bakugo.

-

TW] Fights, Some Verbal Harassment, Mention of Broken Bones, Bloody Nose

You stared down at the small sheet of paper in your hands, the bolded letters creating a pit in your stomach.

'I'm the only one without a partner??’

A quick look around confirmed it. Your classmates were neatly paired together, some conversing while others just awkwardly standing. Attempting to recover your shock, you turned the paper on the back to try and see if it was a misprint of some kind. Sadly, it only revealed the same message as before. You would be competing alone.

“I see you’ve all found your partners!” All-Might grinned up by the screen. His eyes passed throughout the room before finally falling to you. Standing alone. “Ah and we have our single player! Young (L/n)...” A flicker of recognition stirred in his frame as All-Might straightened. “I wish you the best of luck. Your grade will be curved because of your situation so don't feel so disappointed if you fail at your mission.”

Your classmates turned to stare at you as he spoke and few of your more… academically challenged peers commented on how lucky you were. Trying to save face, you stuffed the paper into your pocket and looked at your teacher.

“Thank you, All-Might.” You bowed your head and he quickly took hold of the class again.

“I've decided that the first teams to compete will be Team A and D!” All-Might motioned to the far right of the room. Midoriya and Uraraka, who were standing next to each other, look to their right at Iida and a certain blond boy.

Bakugo was practically quivering in anger, his head bowed and his hands were twitching. Part of you wanted to laugh at how emotional he had gotten over the assignment but as he turned to Midoriya, a sick sadistic grin split his face.

‘He's going to kill him.’ You realized in horror.

Oblivious to the growing tensions, All-Might raised two thumbs up at the groups.

“Team A will be the heroes, and Team D will be the villains! Remember, Team D, you are playing evil-doers so you must truly act the part. Everyone else, head to the monitoring room!”

Iida bowed his head to All-Might and turned to Bakugo who couldn't have cared less about what he had to say. With one last glance towards Midoriya and Uraraka, you started to walk to the back of the room to exit. 

‘Something tells me this isn't going to go the way All-Might hopes it will…’

—

The battle certainly had ended… explosively.

Midoriya was beaten to shreds, his costume torn in a multitude of places and his clearly broken arms were bruised.

Bakugo had targeted and tormented Midoriya, strictly focusing on him instead of Uraraka, who was making her way to Iida. While the monitors cut between the two heroes fights often, the damage Bakugo was doing to Midoriya was brutal. Many of your classmates had demanded All-Might end the fight prematurely. 

However, at the last minute Midoriya had launched a punch through the roof and led to the capturing of the bomb. And while it led to victory, it seemed to land an equally devastating blow to Bakugo.

Enraged wouldn't even describe his expression after Midoriya destroyed the building. The heroes team were carted away to the nurses office and the villains were escorted into the monitoring room. The whole way back Bakugo wore the same stunned and calculating expression.

“He looks like he went through shell-shock.” Mina muttered to you, resting her arm on your shoulder. “There must have been some serious drama in that battle. I'll have to ask Uraraka about it once she's done puking.”

“He didn't even have to pretend to be a violent villain.” Tsu shuddered next to you. “That felt way too real to be an exercise.”

“With the way he's been treating the class and especially Midoriya, I'm not shocked he lost.” You remarked. “He clearly thinks he can do everything himself because he's strong, but in reality it makes him weak. This exercise only proves that.”

Bakugo was now standing towards the front of the class alongside Iida. He was far enough away that you didn't mind badmouthing him but the way he stiffened after you spoke had you worrying he heard every word you three had said.

“Wise words.” Mina nodded seriously before breaking out into a grin. “Did you hear yourself (Y/n)?! You sounded so wise and ancient!” She started giggling and patted your back.

“Let's review the training.” All-Might boomed. “Young Bakugo, while you lost the round there is always something to gain from these exercises. Remember that. However, the MVP is Tenya Iida!”

“How is that fair?” Kaminari yelled out, his hands waving in the air. “The heroes are the ones who won!”

“Yeah, that doesn't make much sense, teach,” Mina nodded. “No offense, Iida.”

“...Is there anyone who can tell me why I chose Iida and not one of the heroes?” All-Might sighed.

“I can, sir.” Yaoyorozu piped up. “Iida was the only one to truly embrace the challenge presented. Bakugo was clouded by bias and Midoriya’s explosive plan was dangerous. Uraraka also was callous and was too reckless during the final moments of the battle.”

Everyone stared at her in dumbfounded shock as she continued.

“However, Iida anticipated his opponent's attacks just as a villain and strategized accordingly. He is the only one to have truly embraced the exercise you created.” Yaoyorozu smiled up at your professor and All-Might gave a tentative smile.

“Yeah that's pretty much it!” He declared. “Now, onto the next match! Team B are the heroes and Team I are the villains!”

You glanced over to a blond boy with a tail and a floating pair of gloves. He shyly looked away from the gloves and turned towards his opponents.

Shoji’s intimidating figure stared back at the two before looking down to his teammate. The cold empty eyes of Todoroki stared back at Team I and without any semblance of acknowledgement, he walked out of the room.

And with no fanfare from All-Might, the next battle had begun.

…

You, Tsu, and Mina stood near the back of the room eagerly watching the cameras. Mina was shaking with excitement and leaned to whisper in your ear. “I'm super pumped to see how Todoroki handles this!” She even raised her fist in the air for extra flair.

“I am too.” Tsu added. “You two as well as Yaoyorozu had gotten in on recommendations, right (Y/n)?” You glanced from the screen focused on Ojiro and Hagakure to the green haired girl.

“Uhh, something like that. Todoroki showed off a lot of skill in the exam but there's something so cold and… uncaring about him. Something tells me this fight isn't going to be fair. Like Bakugo’s fight.” You turned back to the cameras but quickly met face to face with piercing red eyes.

“What were you saying about me?” Bakugo demanded. You stepped back in shock but quickly covered your expression with a frown. “Well?!” He harped, sparks flying out of his palm.

“Just that you're a bully.” Mina coughed out. Bakugo whipped his head to her but she looked away from him, whistling.

“What was that, Pinky?” 

“Calm down you ass.” You huffed and crossed your arms. “We’re trying to watch the match like everyone else. Can't you mind your own business?” Admittedly, hostility wasn’t your usual go-to when de-escalating a situation, but you were still upset from that morning. And after the way he acted during his match, his immaturity only infuriated you further.

“It is my business if you want to talk shit about me, you damn fish!” Bakugo shouted and pointed his thumb to your chest. “You're just jealous because you're weak and your quirk is useless in combat.”

You glanced down at his hand and felt the spikes on your suit raise in alarm. 

“I can beat you in a fight any day, shit for brains.” You retorted, shoving yourself towards him.

“In your dreams!” He barked out a laugh. “What do you do when there's no water, huh? Your quirk is useless without it and you're too puny to withstand a physical fight against me.”

Your left hand inched down to the water bobble, the liquid inside screaming to boil and sear his skin. But you thought of your friends who probably wouldn't want to see that. And you didn't want All-Might to see you acting so violently. Acting like… Bakugo.

So you simply breathed in slowly and relaxed your muscles, letting your metaphorical hackles lower.

“That's what I thought. You're useless.” He scoffed and turned around. “You can't even stick up for yourself. And that’s why you'll never beat me, I'm leagues ahead of you."

"Says the boy who's scared of some rain."

Mina and Tsu ooed looking to Bakugo with wide grins on their faces. The blond boy stopped and as quick as a whip turned around with his fist in the air aiming for your jaw—

“BATTLE OVER!” All-Might boomed. “THE HERO TEAM WINS!”

Bakugo had stopped mid-punch, only inches away from making contact. You had reflexively raised your arm in an attempt to block, and by the force he carried himself you had no doubt he would've shattered your arm.

You quickly glanced from his face to the monitors behind him. Todoroki held his hand on the nuke, evaporating the ice coating the ground. Shoji still stood outside, looking displeased about his lack of action.

‘The battle’s already over??’ You thought. ‘It just started, how is that possible?’

The cameras zoomed into Todoroki’s face as he walked out of the building. His cold, left eye stared ahead without any remorse as to what he'd just done.

“Wow, that guy is incredible!” Kirishima cheered. “The match was over so quick!”

“He did get in on recommendations.” Kaminari shrugged.

‘I didn't even get to see his technique. What a pain.’ You frowned. A shadow moving to your right brought you back to Bakugo’s face and you blinked in shock at how close he was standing.

“This isn’t over, fish.” He sneered. Bakugo gave Mina and Tsu a quick glance before shoulder-checking you and walking out of the room.

“That was intense for no reason at all.” Mina shuddered, watching him disappear through the door.

“Are you okay, (Y/n)?” Tsu asked, motioning to your shoulder. “You still have to fight today, so I hope Bakugo didn't injure you.”

“I'm fine, Tsu, thank you.” You smiled at her and rubbed at the area he hit. “I'm glad Todoroki ended the fight when he did. Bakugo probably would've broken my arm which would've been really inconvenient.”

‘Mama would not have been happy about a broken arm on the second day…’ You sighed and dusted off your costume. ‘UA’s known for being intense though.’

“It's good you're not hurt then.” Tsu said. “I want you to be at full strength for if we end up fighting today!” Her eyes shimmered with competition, combatting her gentle smile.

“Even if I did break my arm, I'd still want you to hold nothing back!” You gave her a thumbs up, similar to how your teacher did earlier, and smiled. “Pain is how we learn!”

—

The majority of your class had completed the battle training. Only two teams remained; Team K and Team E.

All-Might had declared that you were going to compete as the villain, while Mina and Aoyama were the heroes. While the role isn't quite what you wanted, you knew you'd have to play the part to truly complete your assignment.

The building you were in was very similar to the previous matches, a tall multi-story building within a city. Yours held five stories, and had the appearance of a fashion outlet. The flickering LEDs overhead only added to the ambience of being abandoned.

The nuke you were tasked with protecting sat cleanly in the center of the floor, with little to no coverage from the heroes attempting to find it.

‘Mina and Aoyama should be on the top floor right now.’ You thought, mentally mapping out the store. ‘If I know Mina, which I think I do, she might try to fight head-on in order to distract me from Aoyama.’

You recalled back to his.. flashy costume and personality and disregarded that plan. If anything, they would try to overwhelm you and attack together, trying to get as close to the bomb as possible. So, you'd have to corner off the nuke better.

“YOUNG (L/N)” All-Might’s voice crackled from your earpiece. “Since you are without a combat partner I will be your eyes,  Young Ashido and Aoyama are making their way to the third floor, together. They have not split up yet.”

You looked up to the camera in the corner of the room and gave a thumbs up. 

‘I can take them both in a physical fight. But with the capture chains, I need to avoid close combat too.’ You plotted. ‘I'd just need to surprise them… make them think this is an empty room.’ But with Mina’s acid she could easily burn through whatever defenses you used on the nuke… you'd have to be careful of her.

You grabbed at one of your water bobbles and threw your arms out towards the wall, scattering the contents about. You grabbed a second one and placed the bobble gently against the feet of the bomb.

‘I need to prepare fast. Mina or Aoyama could appear at any—’

“Young (L/n)! Watch out!” All-Might’s voice boomed in your ear. With no hesitation you dropped to the ground, narrowly avoiding a bright beam of light.

Shit.

Mina exploded out from above you, acid sizzling through the concrete and splashing nearby.

“We’ve found you, villain!” She cheered. “Your plans will not come to fruition with us here!”

So you didn't quite get the surprise you wanted on them.

Mina raced towards you, bringing an acid-covered kick towards your left shoulder. With a hiss you rolled out of the way and jumped to your feet, barely avoiding Aoyama’s beams.

Blood rushed in your veins as you grabbed at your shoulder to pull three spikes into your palm. As Mina whirled around to no doubt throw acid again, you summoned the scattered water with your right hand and blasted it towards her.

“OWWWW MY EYE!! WATER GOT IN MY EYE!” She yelped and hopped around, but something seemed… fake. As she hopped further right she suddenly dropped her act and shouted, “AOYAMA!!! QUICK!!”

“Of course, Mon amie!” Appearing out of nowhere, he blasted another beam in your direction and this time charged towards you to cover Mina. With the spikes in hand you arced your arm over your head and around your body—

Time seemed to slow.

The water from the ground called to you and you were taken back to the nights on the beach. You sunk your feet into the ground and breathed in slowly. 

Follow Me the water whispered.

Follow Me the water breathed.

Follow Me the water motioned.

“Follow Me.” You commanded.

Water seeped through the floor and followed your throw as you released the spiked towards Aoyama's stomach. The moisture clung to the barbed blades and with perfect precision, hit its mark.

Mina, who had rushed towards the nuke stopped and turned around, fear flashing in her amber eyes.

Aoyama stared at you for a long moment before looking down at the spikes lodged into the belt of his armor. Your blood turned to ice in your veins and panic overwhelmed you.

‘Did I aim wrong?!’

A hush fell over the building for a long minute, when finally,

Aoyama’s support belt snapped and broke off, leaving his stomach’s light to slowly seep out.

“SACREBLEU!” He cried out, toppling onto the floor. “She got me… Ashido. This is…. the end of my light……..”

“Aoyama no!” Mina shouted, taking an uneasy step forward.

“Go mon chéri,” He fakely coughed out. “Stop this villain, and save the world.”

‘At least he’s acting the part…’

Adrenaline coursing through your veins, you grabbed the white band out of your pocket and snapped it onto Aoyama’s arms, just for good measure. Mina watched for only a moment before turning around and rushing to the bomb.

At this rate, she was too far away for you to reach to capture her. Grabbing another spike in your hand you planted your feet again. You would have to hope you prepared just enough for this to work.

“I've got it!” Mina shouted, throwing herself into the air. Just before she landed you launched the spike towards the feet of the bomb. Popping the bobble underfoot.

You stiffen your arms and let out a strangled cry, forcing the water up into a shield and freezing it as soon as it had set. Mina’s hand slapped at where the nuke should have been, but fell face first into the ground.

‘Todoroki won when the bomb was in place after freezing it, and Iida managed to tire Uraraka by running around the room.’ You forcefully exhaled and pushed your arms towards the nuke, feeling the ice eagerly latching onto your grasp.

“SHE DIDN’T SECURE THE BOMB YET ALL-MIGHT!” You shouted, curling your fingers into your palms so hard they nearly tore the fabric. With a final cry of effort, you flung the bomb far into the other side of the wall.

It made contact with a loud crash and from the debris that kicked up you wouldn't be shocked if it had actually exploded.

Liquid dripped down from your nose underneath the mask, and it shocked you to taste blood on your tongue.

‘I guess I need to train more with moving objects in ice, I forgot the gravity would be different.’

Mina rubbed her head and stood up shakily. Her eyes flickered over from the bomb to Aoyama and then to you.

“Guess it's a one-on-one fight, huh, (Y/n)?” She asked, still managing a grin. “This is going to be so awesome!!”

She slammed her hands together, creating a line of her acidic slime between her hands. You lowered your mask down and wiped your bloodied nose with your hand.

“Let's do this, Mina.”

-

tag list: @desiree-lee , @atsumusth1ghs

[luffysprincess]

oh my god i'm in love with your library of love event.

okok so hear me out... me and sae itoshi >:)

while most of the time we just speak english with each other, sometimes i'll either talk to sae in italian and he'll reply in spanish (or vice versa). definitely one of my favourite ways of communicating.

me and sae initially got close through shidou. it's mine and shidous life goal to make sae's life living hell >:)

we work out together (aka i die and suffer trying to keep up with his work out) and he tries his best to help me with my volleyball drills but poor guy just isn't used to hitting a ball with his hands (somehow finds a way to replicate the movements with his feet or something)

i made the first move cause lets face it, this is sae we're talking about. i actually met him at an airport and made a joke about his football skills which he took seriously enough to lecture me about football for way too long. :')

to this day he refuses to tell me when he realised he fell in love with me (starts stropping whenever i ask, he'll never admit he's stropping though)

UHMMM THANK YOU IN ADVANCE <3

i hope this isn't too much :')

⌱ TITLE: You In My Head

⌱ GENRE: Romance, Sports AU, Comedy

⌱ PREDOMINANT TROPE(S): fake dating to lovers ; slow burn

⌱ SYNOPSIS:

When pro football player Sae Itoshi accidentally concusses a fan in the middle of a live-streamed match after sending a football straight to her head, his reputation takes a hit. News articles come out about his harsh attitude and “lack of care” towards said fan, known as Lumi, who’s reportedly lost her memory since waking up at the hospital after the incident. In fear of being sued, his PR team sends an unwilling Sae to move in to Lumi’s town and help her regain her memories in hopes of forming a relationship with her for the public to see.

But Sae slowly begins to appreciate this predicament after spending adequate time with Lumi. He finds that she understands him better than anyone has. So when the time comes to end this publicity stunt, will he finally come clean and reveal his true feelings to Lumi? Or will he break her heart and return to his old ways?

⌱ ADDITIONAL PLOT POINTS:

Sae and Lumi go on quite a few dates. Most of them in public places where paparazzi has been called to take pictures of them. But some are spontaneous and private, in hidden areas of the town that Lumi shows him.

The two take turns teaching each other the rules and even some tips on football (sae’s sport) and volleyball (lumi’s sport) despite the fact that Lumi is still concussed.

Their first intimate moment is when Sae properly and meaningfully apologizes for hitting Lumi in the head with the football in that first match even though it was accidental. He press a soft kiss to her forehead and almost goes in for her lips but is interrupted.

The couple is interrupted 4 times before they finally have their first kiss on page 288.

⌱ AESTHETIC:

[aimfor-theheart]

soulmate au + getou perhaps…..

vic beloved............of course!!!! <3333

soulmate au

getou x reader

cw: canon compliant, blood, gore

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you're shaking so hard that your teeth are audibly clicking together. you have to clamp down on your jaw to get them to stop. and even then, the shivers rack through you like a storm tears apart a tiny tree.

you're crouched and hiding, trying to keep as silent as possible.

you're trying to hold your breath, heart punching hard against the inside of your chest, arms wrapped tightly around yourself.

the desperate pleas for mercy go unanswered except for the sounds of grating screams. viscous liquid—blood, your mind distantly fills in—slops against the ground. the walls. you didn't think it had much of a sound until—until—

when the man finds you, he has a wild look in his eyes. dark as a moonless sky. vengeful. righteous.

the little girls, nanako and mimiko, are freed from the cage and holding each other.

you'd been hit for trying to help them once—a long time ago. you still tried. you don't think it matters to this man, though—who is massacring everyone here. you think because of how badly the little girls were treated.

in ways, you don't suppose you can blame him but—

you lift your arms up reflexively when he raises some strange, glinting weapon. monsters, which you can't tell are imaginary or not, chitter and warble and feast on the corpses.

you squeeze your eyes shut and brace for something. anything.

it never comes.

your chest is heaving desperately. you think you're gonna pass out or be sick or—

he grabs your wrist, lurching you towards him.

there's a horrified look on his face now.

"is this your soulmate mark?" he asks, his own breath staccato beats.

your mind reels in shock. you pull at him a little, to get away, and he squeezes harder.

"is this your soulmate mark?!" he demands, wilder now, long black hair a mess around his shoulders, in his face.

he's covered in blood.

your mind finally processes what he says.

"y—yes. that's my—that's my soulmate mark." you whimper.

his face somehow grows even more frightened for a moment as he looks at it. and then his eyes, violet like a stormy sky, collide with yours.

he lets go of you like you've burned him.

he's heaving just as hard as you. you look at each other like two wild animals—terrified and desperate.

then he rips part of his shirt down, and reveals he has a matching soulmate mark.

it's perfect twin, stark against his skin.

"are you a sorcerer?" he demands now, desperate.

your mind has screeched to too much of a halt to get out anything but, "w—what—"

"she's not like us." one of the girls says. "but she was always nice to us."

the man looks at you. you look at him. at the bared soulmate mark. at your own, now flaring with heat.

"get up." he snaps. "go to the girls and stay beside them."

as if possessed, you rise, jerky, a puppet on strings.

when you cross to them, you do it through blood and gore, you do it past monsters and ghouls, through corpses and the dead. you walk like a ghost yourself. already dead, maybe, too.

he raises the weapon behind your back. you don't see it. but you hear it come down on another person—on bone and muscle and tissue. you hear their cry.

your mark burns and burns and burns, glowing in the dark, in the gore of it all.

and over his chest, like a burning star, through his bloodied shirt, his own burns just as bright.

in another universe writing game!

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

home early from school sick and im just so tired ngl </3

[kenslilove]

matchup for @sukunassuka

MATCH UP #1 LOADED ! Chifuyu Matsuno

hc. Fuyu also loves being out at dusk/evening time. You tend to go on long evening walks, hand in hand with one another. He lets you talk all about your most recent podcast, and in return he tells you all about the most recent manga he’s read. (Also, bc he loves reading romances, and if he reads about a couple that reminds him of y’all he tells you <33) you two always end up on a cliff slide so you can watch the stars with one another, with your hands intertwined. You stay until you both start dozing off <3

MATCH UP #2 ! Souya Kawata

hc. Souya loves cooking for you. He adores it actually. Typically when he’s making a new recipe for the ramen shop he has you trying it. He can’t help himself and watches you eat a lot. When you get flustered or cover your mouth, he pouts a little, mumbles a sorry, and looks at you through the corner of his eyes instead. When he hears your praise of his cooking, something soft and sweet fills his check and makes him feel a sense of warmth. He’ll give you a small, shy smile and a nod. He even mumbles a small “thank you, my love.”

tr & haikyuu match ups

[rhinoyo]

hey cos!! what are your favorite rune factory games in order :0!! im super curious!! have a nice day!!!

helloooo!!! <3 oou thank you so much for the question.. <333

of the ones i’ve completed in full — 4 is my favorite, followed by 3, and then 5! <3

including the ones i’ve just played enough to have an opinion — it’d be 4, 3, oceans, 2, 5 :> <3

[inkykeiji]

CLARI! Hello hello how are you?

There’s this anime I think is VERY much up your alley and I think you would just love to analyze everything about it. It’s called revolutionary girl utena! That being said please google the tw’s before watching it I only started watching it recently and was somewhat aware of them but didn’t google them and one episode (14 I think?) had me like 😧 wtf lol not bc it was particularly triggering for me but it just caught me by surprise!!! But I also have no issue w dark themes If you just google that there should be a link right at the top of the search w a tumblr blog that lists all the tw’s of the show and even breaks it down per episode

(🫣🫣 is it selfish of me to want you to watch it just to see your analysis of it? Even if it’s a 50 page essay I would DEVOUR THAT. That aside it’s also bc I genuinely do think you’ll enjoy it)

hi anon!! <33 i’m okay, super sleepy today hehe

so i looked into it, i’m not 100% sure it would be my thing but i’d be willing to give it a try if it weren’t for the unreality trigger warning. i have suffered from episodes of psychosis in the past and just the short descriptions for the unreality tws made me feel extremely panicky, so i’m not sure if i’d be able to handle that at this current moment in my life.

concepts and topics like that are tricky for me because it really depends on how they’re done, but i’m not sure if i want to risk a panic attack/feeling icky just to see if it’s the case with this piece of art in particular. i might have my boyfriend check it out first and then see what he thinks and if he thinks it’ll be too much for me or not!

i really, really appreciate you being so adamant on checking out the triggers, anon <3 that means so much to me! knowing me, if you hadn’t said anything i would’ve jumped right in and potentially put myself in a very dangerous position.

HAHAHA aw you’re sweet <333 no that makes me feel very flattered!!! very very flattered, and i’m sorry that it might not happen 。ﾟ(ﾟﾉД｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ we’ll see!!

[allovertheplace-writing]

Shroom 😭 ilysm <33 thank you, thank you for being my friend!

@nordicbananas (ty for tagging me! i didn't know i was your first friend on here - i'm very much honored <333) @omkookie @azxremoon @astrxealis @meltingblue

i may not have many friends, but i love each and every one of you so so much. you guys have always motived me to keep writing and to keep being here on tumblr. without a doubt, i wouldn't have gotten this far without any of you. So thank you ♡

2023 is coming to an end so this is my annual I love my online friends so fucking much you wouldn't believe me if I told you post.

[pomegranatesarchive]

A female f1 driver who was featured in the barbie movie as the f1 driver. You could write about her scene and working with the Margot and Ryan lol, and how the grid reacts to it. Lanpd could be her bf or not if you don't want.

You don't have to absolutely write if it doesn't strike any inspiration and you obviously can write whatever you want you xoxo

barbie girl | redbull!reader

pairing: f1 grid x reader

summary: redbull!reader does a cameo in the barbie movie

part of my ‘redbull!reader’ series

liked by alex_albon, landonorris, and 816,027 others!

yourusername: this barbie is a f1 driver! 🎀 barbie is out now in theaters near you <33 (or not near you? idk where you lot live)

view comments below!

user1: yn is just hitting all these side quests because what?

user1: happy for her tho!

user2: is this what it’s like to be so rich that you can literally do whatever you want?

user3: YN CAMEO!!!!

user4: WE CHEERED

user5: omw to see barbie now

landonorris: i know where you live

user6: can someone tell me her part in the movie? my parents won’t let me see it 😓

user7: she’s a f1 driver barbie, and she’s gets into a relationship with f1 driver ken (played by glen powell) throughout the movie you could see like snippets of them going from friends to bf and gf!! you could probably find some clips on youtube or something :)

user6: thank you <33

user7: GLEN POWELL????

user8: THE CAPYBARA GUY???

charles_leclerc: i can be your ken 😊

yourusername: no thank you i already have my glen ken!

charles_leclerc: but he can’t drive a REAL f1 car

yourusername: i can teach him

charles_leclerc: FINE

charles_leclerc: BE LIKE THAT THEN

charles_leclerc: I DONT CARE

charles_leclerc: GOSH

glenpowell: i would like to make it very clear that i have no interest in learning how to drive a f1 car!

charles_leclerc: NO ONE CARES GLEN

user9: i love when yn posts because i just know the comments are going to be filled with the drivers acting like they have no decorum

landonorris: i know where you live

alex_albon: movie night?

maxverstappen1: i already watched it

georgerussell63: we know…we all saw the picture of you decked out in pink at the movie theater

user10: LMAO

user11: it makes so much sense that the first time we see max in pink is when he’s supporting yn

lewishamilton: so excited to see it! 🩷

yourusername: love you 💚

charles_leclerc: I LOVE YOU TOO YN

maxverstappen1: i want love

alex_albon: can’t remember the last time you said that to me…sigh…

georgerussell63: love me next?

oscarpiastri: playing favorites i see 🤨

landonorris: i love you too 🥰

user12: bring back shame

user13: their desperation makes me sick

oscarpiastri: i guess ill watch barbie now

yourusername: why are you pretending like you weren’t the first to ask me for spoilers?

oscarpiastri: no clue what you’re talking about???

yourusername: mhm sure osc sure

user14: osc 🥹

landonorris: i know where you live

yourusername: what is wrong with you?

landonorris: i’m outside your door

user15: it’s official, lando is killing yn so he can win more races

. . .

notes: thank you for requesting!! hope you don’t mind i used this for my redbull!reader au :)

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

♡ ring pops, chocolates, proposals ! ♡

katsuki loves you throughout the years.

a/n : BOOM !! surprise extra on your foreheads !!! this is basically a lil extra to rpp from katsu n readers pov ! i thought it was cute n i hope yall enjoy it too <33 !! much luv xx

fem reader, slight anime n manga spoilers ! food (candy and chocolate), jealous katsuki, mentions of dicks bc katsuki calls someone one, katsuki n reader are in their 20s, reader loves rain, katsuki does not, proposal, kissinggg, reader likes romance (implied sligthly), katsuki does not (kinda), soft n emotional katsuki bc I LOVE HIM FIGHT MEEE!!! RAAHHH!!!, short n sweet, proposal, lmk if i missed sum else !! <33

"for you."

katsuki, age 6 stands in front of you. no more words are said from him as he looks off to the side, beet red face turned away from you with outstretched hands. and clutched tightly in his hands, a ring pop in your favourite color.

you beam, immediately taking it from him. "thank you, katsu !" you chirp, quickly popping the candy into your mouth. katsuki's shoulders relax when he sees you've taken the offering from him although he doesn't meet your eye fully just yet.

"do you wanna share ?" you ask sweetly, already reaching out your candy towards him seeing that he didn't have one of his one in hand. he furiously shakes his head, pushing your hand back towards you.

"no ! and this one's for you ! i already got one.." he insists, shoveling around in his backpack before the crinkle of a wrapper grabs both of your attention. he pulls out the bag of sweet ring pops and picks out an orange one for himself. showing it to you while his eyes drift away from yours. you smile, seeing that you can both eat candy together now.

"i-it's a ring. so..you're my wife," he states. your big eyes widen at him and his glowing red cheeks. you look back down at the candy you've been eating pressed around your finger. it's bigger than the rings you see on tv.

you like katsuki. he was a little rough sometimes, and he could be a little mean. but he always played with you and shared his coloured pencils. he'd sit in the reading corner with you and hold your hand when you'd go on field trips.

"oh, really ?" your face heats, he nods. "want you to be my wife, cus haruto's always lookin' at you..a-an' you're my friend. not his." he mumbles bitterly. you like haruto, he's nice to you, but not as much as katsuki. katsuki was your best friend.

"does that make you my husband then ?" katsuki gets red to the tips of his ears and his nose is practically pressed into the collar of his shirt but he nods anyways. you beam again, the taste of the flavoured candy still on your lips. " i like that !"

katsuki blinks at you, chubby little cheeks pulling into a smirk and he drops to sit down next to you roughly on the grass. finally popping his own ring in his mouth.

"then you're my wife, yeah ?" you nod and he grins, you hear the candy clack around his mouth. "means you're only ever gonna be with me." and you nod again happily because you like that, you like the thought of only being with katsuki, because he's your best friend ever.

"mhm !"

"..forever." he adds tentatively and when you nod again he snickers to himself.

wait till stupid deku hears about this.

valentine's day was fucking stupid. and white day was even stupider.

besides them being the corniest holidays ever, katsuki finds the whole concept stupid. why do you need an entire day just to grow the balls to tell someone you like them ? and the worst part is that some fuckers have the audacity to try that shit with you.

katsuki remembers when he'd started despising the stupid holidays. it was in his first year of middle school and you opened up your locker to see some chocolates and a hand written note.

it was cheesy. and fucking stupid. but you smiled about it.

you fucking liked it.

the bastard even had the nerve to walk up to you at the end of the day, when you're supposed to go home with katsuki and end up coming over to his house to do your homework together (so he could stare at you) then stay over for dinner and play some video games (so he could touch you, poke your sides to make you trip up and pinch your nose when you end up losing to him) or watch a movie (so he could hear you laugh)

you were supposed to be all his. but instead you reassure him that you'll be back in a second.

and katsuki's antsy and so annoyed his skin prickles, but he swallows it down and drags his feet towards the gates as he waits, like hell he'll leave you alone with some limp dick bastard.

he did feel better when you said you rejected the loser, and he felt much better when you still ended up spending the afternoon with him. but he couldn't stop thinking about it.

valentine's day and such was so fucking stupid in katsuki's eyes. but maybe you liked it ? you never cared much for romance outside of those stupid rom-coms you like, but maybe there was more to it.

katsuki couldn't admit it to himself then, but he hates the holidays because there's a whole day for him to grow some balls and ask you out. and yet he couldn't fucking do it.

until his first year at u.a. and you hand him a box of chocolates.

dark chocolate, you specified. "since i know you don't really like sweets all that much." you said. the slight tremble in your voice made him swallow harshly. it felt different than the chocolates you'd handed out to your classmates earlier (which he was absolutely not jealous about. at all.) and the sheer size of the box compared to the little baggies you'd handed spoke too.

these were different. these were just for him.

his bag feels extra heavy when he walks home that day, and he's never loved chocolate more than the day you'd made some just for him.

"the chocolates weren't bad." was all he'd texted you (he wasn't sure he'd be able to talk to you properly on the phone that day lest you heard the shakiness in his voice.) but he knew what he needed to do.

and a few months later, white day rolls around and katsuki still thinks it sucks. it's a stupid holiday. but he spent the entire day making these stupid holiday chocolates for you. and his ears burn when he tells you that he only made these for you, because you're the only one he cares about enough to make some stupid chocolates for on a holiday he hates.

and you smile, so bright and pretty and so you. and katsuki feels like he's on top of the world when you shyly kiss his cheek, your hand in his grip on your way home.

he guessed he'll have to tell his mom about this..and maybe think about thanking her.

the day katsuki plans to propose to you, it rains.

and not even regular rain, a fucking downpour.

and due to prior experiences and feelings he’s had since childhood, he fucking hates rain.

but you love it. when you were kids you loved jumping in puddles and during morning time, you were drowsier and more prone to falling asleep when it was raining. when you got older, you'd always gasp happily when it started to rain, even though katsuki scoffed every time you did, mean mugging the window. he'd asked you what you liked about rain every year you were together, because it was cold, it made the ground sloshy and slippery and it made his quirk basically obsolete when he was younger and harder to use the older he got. there was absolutely nothing fun about that. and you'd always tell him the same exact thing.

"i like it 'cus i just do." you'd respond simply. he always raised a brow at you, but let it be. he couldn't change your mind about it and that was it.

with his proposal plans down the gutter, you're cuddling bed. you yawn in his arms, the tapping against the window putting you at ease. katsuki can admit it's not ear grating, but he'd much rather it just—not rain at all. and he wishes that so much more now, stupid fucking rain..ruining his fucking plans to fucking marry you..

"why do you like this shit so much ?" he asks you the question he's been asking you for years now as you lay against his warm chest. he doesn't mean to do it, only realising he's been asking you this practically all his life after the fact. and it makes him realise how long you've been together when you calmly respond the way you always have, cheekily smiling up at him.

you stick your tongue out at him "i like it 'cus i just do."

oh. fuck.

katsuki doesn't know exactly why that sets him off. maybe because the fact you've been together for two decades makes him emotional. maybe it's because throughout all these years your answer hasn't changed and you haven't changed and your feelings haven't changed for him. you still smile up at him, you did when you were kids when he'd asked you to be his wife with those cheap ring pops he'd begged his mom to buy. you did in middle school even when he thought you had a crush on izuku for a while and it made him act in such an embarrassing way he doesn't want to remember it, but he does anyway. you smiled up at him when he'd asked you out with the chocolates he'd spend hours working on, making them perfect for you. and when he'd told you to just move in with him because "you're basically here all the time anyway."

you've always been there, and he's always loved you. since the day you'd mesmerised him so much at six years old he had to talk to his mom about you.

katsuki absolutely fucking hates rain, and he doubts that'll change anytime soon, and it ruined his perfect proposal. but he can't hear the rain in his ears anymore when he abruptly flips you onto your back to kiss you. all he hears in the tiny giggles you let out when he smacks three wet kisses onto your lips before diving in for a longer one. i love you, they say. he can only hear your fingers sneaking into his hair and scratching at his scalp and the happy sigh you let out when he runs his tongue across your lips.

"m'breath stinks," you mumble drowsily, katsuki grumbles, pulling away just far enough to tell you "i don't give a fuck." and diving in again. you squeal in surprise. it's all he hears.

"fuckin' love you." he grunts against your lips, you hum, briefly able to pull away to catch your breath to tell him you love him too, and pulling him closer to you, the rustling of your sheets, yours and his, is all he hears.

"yeah ? you love me ?" he whispers, going to nibble at your ear. he's all over you, pressing sloppy kisses along your neck and you giggle, "mhm, love you." you sigh.

"fuck.." he breathes again, bringing his face back up to yours he presses his forehead to yours "fuck—so," he places another kiss to your lips, he gulps "so marry me."

and then you blink at him "what ?" you breathe heavily, softly chuckling. and the rapid beating of his heart is all he hears, but then your eyes go glossy and you whisper, voice broken and wobbly "..what ?"

he huffs to himself, his hands search for yours and intertwine when he finds them. like the day he'd pulled you over to his mom so he could ask her to let you come over to play at his house. like when you'd offered it to him when he took you to prom and you looked more beautiful than he could ever utter. he wonders how you'd look during your wedding. he's thought about it more times than he can count.

he takes a deep breath, not pulling away "i wasn't supposed to tell you like this, fuckin rain.." he scoffs. "but—fuck, i just—you've always been there, always been with me. since i was a snot nosed fuckin' brat and at times were you shoulda left my ass." he's forgotten the shit he wanted to say, simply blurting out what's on his mind. he feels a little bad, because kirishima had helped him with his speech, but his heart beats too hard to care.

"but m'glad you didn't. m'glad you didn't before and i'm glad you haven't now 'cus i love you so fuckin' much." you let out a giggle mixed with a little sob at his constant nervous cursing and it makes him smile lightly too.

"i know there are times where i've been a pretty shit boyfriend but..but i mean it, y'know ?" he sniffs a bit, and you shake your head "you've never been a shit boyfriend, suki. just a bit of a pain in my ass sometimes," you giggle but your eyes are overflowing with tears. he chuckles and fights back tears of his own with a sniffle again.

"yeah, major pain..but even still i—when i told you i wanted you to be my wife back when we were kids, i meant it. an' when that fuckin loser tried to ask you out on valentines day in middle school, i wanted to knock his fuckin' teeth in." he smirks, and you try to hide your laugh with a gasp "wanted to tell him you were mine."

"you're such a baby. i remember how pouty you were about it."

" i wasn't pouty," he rolls his eyes, his smile doesn't disappear. he wipes away a tear about to roll down your cheek before you can get his your shirt sleeve wetter then it already is "you could've just told me back then," you whisper, holding onto the hand on your cheek and pressing a kiss to his palm. katsuki feels his heart swell.

"i should've told you a lot of shit back then," he laments. he remembers when shigaraki put holes in him and the constant flashes of you on his mind. when he woke up in the hospital and you'd been there and he just couldn't tell you those three words. he'd figured that since you were both alive, he could tell you later when shit was less..messy.

except shit kept getting messier, and then when katsuki blew a hole into his heart he'd wished he could've told you how much he loved you.

but then he had gotten another chance, another chance to be with you. to be the best damn boyfriend in the world like he'd promised you he'd be, to make you happy, and he didn't care if shit got even messier, he didn't care to be scared. when he woke up with his mom and dad, a doctor and you. everything else blurred in his mind and despite your runny nose and your mix of how much you'd missed him and how worried you were but also scolding him on how much of a dummy he was, katsuki couldn't help but smile.

his mom still teases him about how the first words that he'd blurted out after waking up from his operation getting chastised by doctors were "fuck, i love you."

"but, i won't regret not telling you shit anymore. i won't wait any longer either," he kicks out of the sheets, reaching for the lowest drawer of his nightstand to pull out a little red box, grabbing you with him and placing you down right in front of him. he kneels down on one knee, like when he used to tie your shoelaces for you because you didn't know how to, and how he does to this day because 'you want to crack your head against the side walk so bad, but i don't wanna see that shit.'

he grabs your hand, and with a wobbly voice asks you "will you marry me ?"

and finally, katsuki stops hearing his own heart beat and hears the gentle tapping of the rain, still pouring, but it puts him slightly at ease when you nod and squeal out a 'yes !'

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